A discussion about the #occupy protests

I had an interesting discussion with some people last night regarding what could ultimately come of the #occupy protests.

One of the questions asked was, what will happen if the protesters finally start to snap due to mistreatment by police? I don't think they'll become violent. But it's pretty damn scary to think what could happen if they did. I mean, we have military folk out there on the protesters' side, both vets and active. Not every protester is a member of the military, but there are quite a few, from what I've heard. This isn't just "a bunch of hippies."

We're talking about people trained for war, most of whom have actually seen action. And they're getting beaten and pepper sprayed, and man, I don't know about you, but I would be getting pretty pissed. It's remarkable they've stuck to the non-violent protest path for the most part as they have. (Yes, I know there have been a few incidents, but those are pretty few and far between at the moment.)

So, y'know what? If I were those cops, I'd be showing a bit more respect, and a lot less willingness to spray people with painful, burning chemicals and beating on them with sticks, and throwing them around, when all they're doing is sitting or standing there, and chanting. Because just sitting or standing there and chanting is a damn site better than the alternative.

Today is the Transgender Day of Remembrance. That is all.

I have no words.

I am...

Watching Halloween edge ever closer, and working on a birthday present for someone special.

What are you guys up to? Tell me in the comments, I'd love to hear.

Yawning Possums

A discussion of possums reminded me of something that happened several years ago.

Bunny and I were helping a friend move some stuff out of her house.

We were in the front bedroom packing things up, and she was in the back. Suddenly, she was in the doorway, looking panicked.

"There's a possum in the kitchen, and it... it YAWNED at me!!!" I looked up, confused. "It yawned at you?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, and I laughed, wondering how in the world that was scary.

She got frustrated, and insisted we come to the kitchen to see for ourselves, so we did.

Under the sink, in a small empty margarine bowl, was an adorable baby possum. It blinked sleepily at us, then hissed. Now, when a possum hisses, it opens it's mouth wide, and tilts it's head back a bit, so I suppose it could be mistaken for a yawn.

Bunny grabbed up the bowl, possum and all, and quickly set it outside. The possum immediately ran off.

But ever since then, we have referred to a possum's hissing as a "yawn."

Not the possum in question, but looks pretty much the same.

I have a tumblr now.

Nothing special, just a place for sharing various stuff I find interesting. Right now, it's mostly reblogs from other tumblrs I've been following.


It's here, if you're interested.

Sex Ed Test

Salon posted a sex ed test for adults. I got sixteen out of twenty seven correct. Unsurprisingly, the majority of the ones I missed had to do with statistics, or numbers. (Dyscalculia plays hell with those kinds of questions.)

So, I'm wondering how well my friends can do in comparison. Personally, I have high hopes for y'all, because you're an intelligent bunch of people.

The test is here, take it, and then comment with how many you got right, and any other thoughts you have on the test.

Happy Birthday, Jim Henson.

Kitty Update #2

The vet did x-rays, and got back to us...

We were given the option of either amputating her leg for about $1,000 or putting her to sleep, on the low end of things. (The high end was a $2,000 operation to try and save her leg.) Even with the credit I applied for, $1,000 might as well be a million.

We chose a different option, instead - we've brought her home, and are going to try and take care of her the best we can, because we can't afford the amputation, and we don't want to put her to sleep over a hurt leg.

We can use all the prayers, good thoughts, and whatever else of that nature that y'all can send our way.

Update on the Kitty

I called around this morning, trying to find a place that would take payments, to no avail.

We finally ended up taking her to an animal hospital nearby, and applying for credit there. Apparently, despite me being on disability, I have good enough credit to qualify, and so I'll be able to make the payments that way, which is a good thing, because just with the x-rays, before any actual treatment, we're looking at $400.

Hopefully the actual treatment won't involve anything much more than that, and we'll be able to pay it off before the no interest six month period ends. Sigh.

Help With a Hurt Kitty?

I want it to be known, right now, that I am not asking for money. I do need help, but not with that.

You may remember me posting about Mouse, the cat that arrived pregnant at our door in winter, and my efforts to find homes for her kittens. I did manage to place all but one of them, so we now have two cats, Mouse, and Cow, so named by my bratlings because she is white with black markings like a cow.

This is what Cow looked like a few months ago.

Now, the problem is, she is an escape artist. She will get out of the house any way she possibly can, because she wants to be outside, like her mother. (We let Mouse out, because she was an outdoor kitty to begin with. Both are fixed, so no worries about new kittens.) She's fast, so trying to catch her and bring her back inside when she doesn't want to be is difficult.

Yesterday, she returned from her adventures outside limping, and wearing a tire track on her hind leg. She curled up on the floor in one of the bedrooms, and refused to eat or drink anything. We were terrified she was going to die, and we weren't able to get ahold of anyone to ask for advice. We did the best we could to make her comfortable, and have been giving her some of the leftover pain medicine from when we got her fixed.

She's doing a bit better today, is eating and drinking some, and she stubbornly got up and made it to the litterbox under her own power, limping along on three legs. This has given us hope that it's just a broken leg, but we're still worried.

Now the point of this post, and the help that I am asking for, is this:
If you might know of a vet in the Houston area that is willing to take their payment in small installments rather than a big chunk, or possibly even work pro bono, please, please, PLEASE let me know. If not, please pass this on to someone who might. I would really appreciate it.

How to Annoy People in an Elevator

This was originally a semi chain email bratling #1 sent to me because she found it amusing. I agreed, and decided I should share, as well, but would rather do it in a different format than just forwarding it to a bunch of people. (Besides, I don't have email addresses for some of the people I knew might be interested.)

WARNING: I am basically copy/pasting the whole wall o' text list, word for word, without fixing anything, mostly because I'm not feeling well, and don't have the energy to deal with attempting to give it proper spellchecking and formatting right now, but I wanted to get it out there, since enough of you expressed interest.

If anyone actually wants to do the work, and send me a spellchecked, non-wall o' text version, I will gladly replace this version, and give you all due credit for the the editorial work.

Oh - for anyone wondering about whether or not I'll be posting a writeup about Humanoids from the Deep, I'm still considering it, I'm just, as I mentioned earlier, not feeling well; and I haven't figured out what, exactly, to write yet. I'm sure it will require warnings of several kinds.


Anyway, here's the list:


How to Annoy People in an Elevator


Act like a dog, growl at people.
Announce in a demonic voice: “I must find a more suitable host body.”
Apply dripping red paint around the edge of the roof hatch. When someone enters, look upwards and whisper "I think they want in..."
Ask each passenger getting on if you can push the button for them. Press the wrong ones.
Ask everyone what they made for their side dish.
Ask someone to take your temperature, then turn around and bend over.
Ask, “did you hear that cable snapping sound?”
Attempt to hypnotize the other passengers.
Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.
Blow spit balls at the ceiling.
Blow your nose and offer to show the contents of your Kleenex to other passengers.
Blow your nose on your sleeve.
Bring a camera, take pictures of everybody in the elevator.
Bring a chair along.
Bring easy math flash cards on the elevator and ask the person next to you to help you study them (get them wrong).
Burp, and then say “mmmm...tasty!”
Call out, “Group hug!” and enforce it.
Call the psychic hotline from you cell phone, and ask if they know what floor you’re on.
Carry a blanket and clutch it protectively.
Challenge people to games of hide-and-seek.
Clutch your stomach and gasp.
Collapse on the floor when the elevator goes up, then get up and look embarrassed.
Collect an elevator tax.
Count down from 100,000 out loud.
Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: “Got enough air in there?”
Do Tai Chi exercises.
Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your “personal space.”
Draw a volleyball on the wall of the elevator and insist you have been trapped in there for 3 months. Formally introduce everyone to the volleyball!
Dress as a clergy member of the opposite sex.
Drop a pen and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream, “That’s mine!”
Eat jello through a straw.
Frown and mutter "gotta go, gotta go" then sigh and say "oops!"
Give each passenger a round of applause as they enter or leave.
Give each passenger a ticket and remind them that door prize drawing is in half an hour.
Give people lectures about the periodic table of elements
Give religious tracts to each passenger.
Go into extreme detail explaining how you were trapped in an elevator once for two days.
Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.
Greet everyone with a smile and a handshake, then ignore them.
Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: "Shut up, dammit, all of you just shut UP!"
Guard the button panel so no one can touch it. Growl and bite at anyone’s fingers who attept to cross you.
Have a picnic in the elevator.
Have a seizure.
Hold the elevator door open and say you’re waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say, “Hi John, how’s your day been?”
Holler “Chutes away!” whenever the elevator descends.
Hug yourself.
Hum the theme from Mission Impossible with yours eyes darting around the elevator.
Hum the theme to Jeopardy
If anyone brushes against you, recoil and holler, "Bad touch!"
If anyone brushes against you, whisper to them "was it good for you too?"
Introduce yourself as Ochenga-Wangaa The great chief and begin telling stories of your native island.
Jump up when the elevator reaches a stop.
Lay down a Twister mat and ask people if they want to play.
Lean against the button panel.
Lean over to another passenger and whisper: “Noogie patrol coming!”
Leave a box between the doors.
Leave a box in a corner, and when someone gets on, ask if they hear something ticking.
Lick gummy bears and stick them to things (the walls, the buttons, the passengers, etc.)
Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.
Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
Make farm noises.
Make race car noises when anyone gets on or off.
Make sure the emergency phone is working.
Meow occasionally.
Move your desk in to the elevator, and whenever someone gets on, ask if they have an appointment.
Mumble autistically about the possibilities of elevator accidents.
Offer a bite of your fresh tangerine to everyone coming on board.
Offer hitman services.
Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.
On a long ride, sway side to side at the natural frequency of the elevator.
On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go “plink” at the bottom.
Open a lemonade stand.
Perform the Hamlet soliloquy. When a new passenger enters, start over again.
Pick your nose.
Place police tape (CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS) on the inside of the doors.
Play dead.
Play patty--cake with the door.
Play the harmonica.
Pour water on the front of your trousers, so it looks like you have wet yourself, tell everyone who comes in to the elevator, that you had a little accident.
Pray to Budda.
Preach about the end of the world.
Pretend to be dead and lie on the elevator floor.
Pretend you’re a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers
Pull your gum out of your mouth in long strings.
Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock.
Read a book upside down.
Recite poetry in monotone.
Request for people to watch you Riverdance.
Say "Ding!" at each floor.
Say "I wonder what all these do" and push the red buttons.
Say, while holding a paper with OUT OF ORDER written on it, “I wonder why this was glued on the door when I came in.”
Scratch yourself.
Scribble furiously on a notepad while looking at each passenger. When they try to look, hide the pad.
Sell Girl Scout cookies.
Shadow box.
Shave.
Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.
Sing “Mary had a little lamb” while continually pushing buttons.
Sing: "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerve's, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, i know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and it goes like this!" to the tune of "camp town lady".....pause.....repeat....continually.
Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.
Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce “You’re one of THEM!” and move to the far corner of the elevator.
Stare at your thumb and say, "I think it's getting larger."
Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce “I’ve got new socks on!”
Start a sing-along.
Start reciting "Green Eggs and Ham" and ask people what comes next.
Take a bite of a sandwich and ask another passenger: “Wanna see wha in muh mouf?”
Tap dance.
Tell everyone about the hidden rooftop penthouse belonging to the mob.
Tell everyone about your love life.
Tell people you can see their aura.
Tell the passengers not to worry. The bomb won't go off for at least another two minutes.
Throw a party in the vator!
Try to purchase an article of clothing from the person next to you.
Untie one shoe, then tie the other. Repeat.
Walk in circles. Change directions when you hit a passenger.
Walk on with a cooler that says “human head” on the side.
Wave hands wildly at invisible flies buzzing around your head.
Wear “X-Ray Specs” and leer suggestively at other passengers.
Wear a basketball jersey. Show everyone your armpit. Works best if you get a good workout and don't use deodorant.
Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers "through" it.
Wear a Santa suit...in June.
Wear a ski mask and carry an axe.
Wear complete SCUBA gear, then offer your buddy hose to the other passengers
When the elevator doors close, bang on them, screaming let me out!
When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.
When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: “Oh, not now... motion sickness!”
When the elevator doors close, announce to the others, “It’s okay, don’t panic, they’ll open again.”
When the doors close pretend you arm got caught in it.
When the doors open, pretend you did it with your mind.
When the elevator is silent, look around and ask, "Is that your beeper?"
When the elevator reaches another passenger’s floor, scream and collapse in front of the door.
When there’s only one other person on the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and pretend it wasn’t you.
While the doors are opening, hurriedly whisper, “hide it...quick!” then whistle innocently.
Whistle the first seven notes of “It’s a Small World” incessantly.

*cue mysterious music*

After the red paper hat mystery, follows the green.

Found an identical green hat on the table last night. Bratlings are gone. Fairies, maybe?





(Sorry, no pics this time. Did not have the phone on me, and by the time I remembered to bring it out, the hat was gone. o.o)

I do love a good glittering...

Movies With a Bratling

I've been making a habit the last couple weeks of watching a movie most every night with Bratling #1.

We started off with Kevin Smith movies, specifically the View Askewniverse Jay and Silent Bob stuff. (Mallrats, Clerks, Chasing Amy, Dogma, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Clerks II.)

She found enjoyable bits in each movie, being greatly amused by things like Brodie and TS hijacking the stage of the Dating Game clone gameshow that Brandi's dad was holding in Mallrats, and the hockey on the roof scene in Clerks... she cringed at all of Holden's stupidity in Chasing Amy, and she tells me that after seeing Dogma, she will never look at Snape the same way again. (Alan Rickman plays the Metatron in Dogma, and Snape in HP, in case anyone out there doesn't actually know this little fact.)

She loved just about everything about Jay and Silent Bob strike back, though she did facepalm at some of Jay's less than sparkling behavior. When we watched Clerks II, she thoroughly enjoyed it, though she did hide her face during the donkey scene, until I pointed out that they don't actually SHOW anything.

Watching the series together led to some interesting questions, but nothing I wasn't already prepared to handle, knowing full well what was in the movies, and being that I have made a habit of honestly answering awkward type questions from her. (Including "Mommy, what's a lesbian?" at age four. The answer, of course was, "Lesbians are women who love each other like mommy and daddy do.")

And yes, in case you're wondering, she is mature enough to sit and watch these movies with me. I know exactly what she is capable of handling.

On the nights when we've finished a movie early enough that there is still time before bedtime, we've added Big O to the mix, which is an awesome anime that is best described as Batman with giant robots. (Or mecha, for those familiar with anime.) She's been loving on that, too. She agrees with Dorothy that Roger can occasionally be a louse, she adores Norman, and is suspicious of Angel. (As well she should be- Angel is not nearly so angelic as her name, after all...)

We finished with the Kevin Smith films a couple nights ago. Last night, we moved on to Dirty Dancing, which is one of the few 'chick flicks' I can stand. She adored it. She cheered for Baby when she poured water on Robbie the creep, and told me after that she'd always loved the song at the end before, but loved it even more now. Oddly enough, the movie provided us with fodder for a few small discussions regarding the history of the time the movie was set in, specifically the way women were treated then, what was expected of them, and touching on a few other events, such as the monks who burned themselves in protest during the vietnam war era, and a couple of things about the civil rights movement.

Tonight, we went back to kiddie stuff, and watched Scooby Doo on Zombie Island. I used to have this on VHS when she was little, so she's seen it before. We sang along with the songs during the monster montage and the big chase scene, and joked around, and she wondered why it is that Scooby never seemed to dislike cats before or after this movie, then decided that it must have been that the cats here were evil. It was fun, and silly, and we had a good time.

I was surprised by the unusual opportunities some of the movies have provided for deeper, more serious discussion, but it was a good surprise.

Of course, I wouldn't necessarily recommend watching some of the movies we watched for just anyone to watch with their kids, even if their kids are bratling #1's age. It all depends on the comfort level of the parents in question, and the maturity level of the kids. Your mileage may vary, as they say.

As for me, I've definitely enjoyed this, and I plan to do it more often. It's not like there's a shortage of things for us to watch together and talk about. We just need to get some popcorn in the future.

Red Paper Hat

There is, inexplicably, a red paper hat on the kitchen counter.
No rhyme or reason to this, really...

When last I checked the kitchen, the bratlings were all abed, and no sign they have been up between now and then. Yet somehow...

This paper hat was created, and found it's way to the kitchen counter.

Did the cats do this perhaps, or a ghost...?

Trigun Movie

 Before I get started, I have to ask that anyone who leaves a comment with spoilery info would please add an all caps warning about it at the top of their comment before they say anything else, to allow people who don't want to see the opportunity to scroll on by.

I had the opportunity to see Trigun: Badlands Rumble on Saturday. I want to gush all over it, both because I love Trigun, and because the movie was good, but I've been having trouble figuring out a whole lot to say that won't spoiler it for anyone.

From what I've read, only one of the original voice actors came back. I'm not really sure how well the new guys did, because the version that was showing near me was subbed, not dubbed. I hope they did well, because I plan to buy it when it's released on disc in September; and since my first experience with Trigun was the dubbed version on Adult Swim, I'm kind of spoiled.

Also, I'm guessing that this is either set somewhere in the middle of the series, or is going to be the jumping off point for a reboot, due to the status of certain characters, and a few other things.

Now, on to my actual reactions to the movie.

First thing I will say is that this movie was like one long episode of Trigun. They didn't make the mistake I've seen other anime movies make, and create something totally out of left field, breaking canon and making stuff up as they go along. It wasn't boring, either. The other mistake I've seen made on occasion, when they do stay true to canon, is that it feels like an episode that's dragging on waaay too long. Not so here. There were plenty of laughs, and lots of action to keep me entertained.

Vash was... well, Vash. If you're a Trigun fan, you know what I mean. Impossible to describe him to an outsider, really, except to say he's both the comedy and the awesome, all wrapped up into one.

Meryl was exasperated, as usual, and Millie was her typical, giant, adorable self.

It was lovely to see Wolfwood again, I missed him ever so much.

By the way, in case anyone actually wonders or cares, this movie totally passes the Bechdel test, mostly because of Meryl and Millie, and all their talk about statues and insurance, and their jobs (which have to do with insurance,) and food, and when they DO talk about men, it's not in a romantic way, at all. The other major female character is a bit obssessed with a certain male, but again, it has nothing to do with romance, and everything to do with her (self-appointed) job. The female NPC's were also complicit in this, talking about important things like survival, and a in one instance, a patient she was trying to save.

Huh. Apparently I had plenty to say that wasn't spoilery, after all. Yay me.

Now for the rest.

***SPOILER ALERT - SPOILERS AHEAD***


For those of you who don't mind spoilers, keep right on reading. Everyone else, scroll past this to the comments section, or go ahead and close this tab, if you don't feel like commenting. This is mostly just a random list of some of my reactions to certain events in the movie, anyway.


I'm still wondering if Vash was actually attracted to Amelia, or if it was an act. You never really know with him, do you?

It really made me sooo happy to see Wolfwood alive. I cried so hard when he died in the series. He wasn't my favorite character, but I was still incredibly attached. Hell, I was attached to all four of them. (Though I at least somewhat suspect my extreme sadness when Wolfwood died was because of poor Millie... *wibbles*)

I don't know about you, but I was just WAITING for Vash to show back up after he "died." I mean, I just knew he was going to reappear in some suitably comedic manner. I was not disappointed in the least, and Wolfwood's threat to beat him up later for it was the perfect touch.

They did add in the usual gag about the sling for Millie's gun breaking, but it kind of bothered me that the girls never saw any real action. I mean, I know they're not really meant to be fighters, but it would have been kinda cool to see them get a few shots in.

Love, love, LOVED the barfight scene. Hilarious.

And finally... the REALLY BIG spoiler... (like the biggest of the whole movie, so be warned...)

I'm sure there are going to be people laughing their asses off at me for this, but... I was absolutely shocked when I realised Amelia was his daughter. I was like, "No way..." and my eyes got all big.

Bunny, however, knew almost the whole time. (As per usual with Bunny- every time we go to a movie, he figures out the twist light years before it's revealed.) As we were driving home, I said, "You knew she was his daughter, didn't you?" He looked kind of sheepish and wary as he affirmed that he had. (I've given him reason in the past to be wary about revealing that fact- namely, my tendency to get Very Annoyed when I find out he already knew what shocked me.)

I asked him how he figured it out, and he pointed out that there were a good few visual clues. Her height, her hair color, the style of hat she wore... when I thought back on all of it, I had to admit he was right, those were fairly good clues.

And now that I've rambled on for a good long while about this, it's time to wrap up the post.

Please remember, if your comment has spoilers in it, to include a warning at the top. Thanks.

15 not-so-important facts about sex

Listen my children / and you shall hear...

...of the midnight ride / of Paul Revere.

Unless you're Sarah Palin, of course. In which case, well... see for yourself.

So, you want to have a discussion?

...and no, I didn't make this. If you can give me concrete proof of who did, I will be more than happy to credit properly.

Fining the poor is NOT the answer

This is such complete and utter bullshit. They are penalizing the poor for being poor, yet AGAIN.

The only "help" medicaid is willing to give to those who want to lose weight/make healthy choices regarding food and exercise, is to have the doctor hand them a badly copied piece of shit diet, that expects you to eat a bunch of hard to find, hellaciously expensive, "healthy" foods, and in such ridiculously tiny portions that even the lightest eater would be starving on it.

It would actually be CHEAPER to pay the fine, and it's completely unfair to fine poor people for being unable to afford to diet, and using a system of measurement that has been proven to be ridiculously unrealistic to do so. (BMI.) For that matter, most of the exercise regimes doctors recommend, you need to have exercise equipment, or afford a gym membership.

So again, the fine would be cheaper. ridiculous.

If they really wanted to encourage good health choices, they would find ways to help those who need to eat better to do so, and be willing to assist those who would benefit from exercise and want to do it.

Need I really go into what this sort of bullshit does to those with eating disorders and body image issues? I didn't think so.

I knew it!

I think I may be getting a rage migraine...

Grr... fuck the republicans. Just FUCK THEM. When the people who put this bill forth die, their god will hopefully tip them straight into their so-called hell for gleefully endangering women's lives.

My cats are trying to kill me. Also, new #amazonfail.

I had to go to the ER this evening to get x-rayed, and find out if I had broken my ankle and my wrist.

We had fish for dinner. We gave the cats some, as a treat. They left a piece sitting OUTSIDE the bowl. I filled my plate, came back, stepped on it, went flying, twisted my ankle, slammed my wrist on the table, then landed on my ass in their water bowl. Somehow, in all of that, I managed to get the plate safely onto the table without breaking it.

Good thing- they're only sprained, not broken.
Bad thing- I am not allowed to knit until my wrist gets better, so I'll be behind on my top sekret project. But I suppose I could try using the time to learn to crochet.


Now, if the inability to knit didn't have me grumpy enough, there is the latest #amazonfail. Apparently, they have decided to start censoring yaoi on the kindle. Boo!

So... I wrote them to let them know how I felt about it.

Here is what I wrote:
“I am highly upset that you (Amazon) have started banning many yaoi titles from the kindle service. Have you learned nothing from the #amazonfail episode, where the LGBT titles were de-ranked? Please stop censoring things I like, and trying to tell me what I should and should not read. I LIKE buying from Amazon, but I will have to find alternatives if you don’t stop trying to censor LGBT literature. (And yes, yaoi IS LGBT literature, even if it is couched in erotica.)”

And here is their response: 
"Hello,
The items you referenced are not available for sale. Thank you for contacting us. 
Thank you for your recent inquiry. Did I solve your problem?
If yes, please click here:
If no, please click here:
Best regards, 
[name redacted]
Amazon.com
Your feedback is helping us build Earth's Most Customer-Centric Company.
http://www.amazon.com/your-account

Fail, fail, FAIL.

Of  course, I clicked on the 'NO' link, and politely let them know their response was not acceptable. Doubting I'll get anywhere with them, though.

ARGH. Just... ARGH.

Also, click here, for another take on this stunt.

Noisy Kittens

Anyone who says cats sneak around silently, has obviously never had a bunch of kittens running around their living room on a wood floor. It is amaaaazing, how these little guys can sound like there is a herd of buffalo stampeding through the front of the house.

(And if I am exaggerating, it is not by much. You can hear the thumpthumpthumpthumpthump-ing from nearly every room in the house, I kid you not.)

Oh, by the way, two of them (this boy and this girl,) are still needing homes, so if you know anyone in the Houston Metro/Harris County area who might be interested, please, please direct them to me. (That's right, the end of this post is a shameless attempt to push homeless kittens on y'all. I have NO MORALS.)

Naughty Link

THERE IS A NAUGHTY LINK IN THIS POST, DO NOT CLICK IT!

This is really interesting...

NASA Space Lights Help Cancer Patients Cope

Cheesecake Theory (NSFW)

I've had this theory for a long time regarding cheesecake. And no, I don't mean the fanservice kind- I mean the actual dessert.

I thought, since it has come up yet again, I would post it here, so I can simply link people to it the next time someone who has never heard it before asks me to explain it.

My theory is thus:
That there is about an 80% correlation between enjoying eating cheesecake, and enjoying giving, or at least being willing to give, cunnilingus.

This theory came about because I noticed that most of my friends, with about a 20% or so exception, enjoyed both cheesecake and giving women oral sex; and when I started mentioning this to others, I would often get the same response from them that, if they liked one, they liked both, or neither one at all, with about that same 20% oddness of people who liked one or the other. I do not know why the two are often synonymous, but they seem to be, at least among those I've spoken to.

It's sort of interesting to note that there is no disparity for this along gender lines, either. The people I have gotten the answer of liking both cheesecake and cunnilingus from hail from all sides.

I have yet to find a similar correlation for fellatio yet, however.

"Why won't you follow back?"

 I've noticed that this post is getting a lot of attention lately, and I've come to realise that, it was far too unwieldy - I wouldn't blame anyone who didn't bother making it through the original rambled, disjointed explanation. So I've (hopefully) made it more concise.
 
- Mousey (October 4th, 2013)



I'm under no illusions that my twitter is even remotely popular, comparatively. And that's fine by me; I've got no reason to want to be that well known.

I've heard people on twitter talking about how they unfollow someone if they don't get a follow back. While I don't really get the point of following someone just to get a follow back, I figure I should address this anyway regarding my account, so I can have something to link people back to if I get asked about it.

My twitter account used to be private. I opened it for 1b1t, and I ended up meeting some pretty cool people, and found it was easier to connect with some really cool people if I left it public, so I did. And then I was fairly surprised when I started gaining a modest amount of followers, where previously I'd only been followed by friends I had some offline contact with.

Most of my new non-bot followers were really interesting and fun people, and I started following people left and right... and then couldn't keep up. So, I started getting really picky about following back, and would mostly only do so if they were someone I felt I had a decent back and forth going with.

This is not meant as a slight against the majority of you - for the most part, you're all great people, it's just that I don't have the time or spoons to wade through a million posts on my twitter feed. I can barely keep up with the people I do follow, and that's with having multiple lists to separate a good chunk of the people out so I can catch up in smaller chunks.

There are two things that will keep me from /ever/ following you. (And in a lot of cases, will mean I block you.)

1) You're actually a spambot.
2) You don't follow Wheaton's Law.

So... that's basically it. Thanks for reading, and (hopefully,) understanding.